Jack watched as Ianto read through several reports, he took in everything. The way his brow frowned when he didn't understand something, then the way his lips curved into a delicate smile when he understood something. Jack noted that he read every file twice. He couldn't concentrate on his own file. Suzie was one of his closest friends, no, she was a murderer, a liar.

He looked up at Ianto who was still reading, his eyes moving briskly across the papers. How could he bring some one so wonderful into Torchwood?

"Ianto," Jack started, but he didn't know where to continue.

"Yes, Jack?" Ianto asked gently. Jack sighed. Ianto's tone was just what he needed, caring gentle and most importantly it was there, he was there. Not pressing matters, not demanding him to talk.

"Let's go out for a coffee," It wasn't what he had intended to say, but maybe getting out of the office would be good for him.

"Jack, it's almost midnight," Ianto smiled.

"Oh." Jack was disappointed, and Ianto could tell.

"How about I make us some coffee and we go sit on the bay?" Jack's face brightened back up at Ianto's suggestion. He nodded and watched as Ianto placed the files perfectly on the desk. Jack had noticed several things about Ianto in the past two days, and if Ianto was just any other human, he could have sworn he was OCD, maybe he still was, but Jack knew he wasn't just any other human.

Ianto's coffee was perfect, and Jack melted into the taste. Jack had decided to take Ianto to his favourite place – the roof. He had shared so much of his life with the perfect stranger already, he knew it was fitting that he shared this with him too.

"It's beautiful," Ianto smiled, they were sat on the very edge. Their legs dangling over the corners of the building.

"So are you," Jack smiled. Ianto blushed in the moonlight and Jack shivered – the young man kept on amazing him with every little thing.

"What happened with Suzie, Jack?" Jack knew he deserved an answer. He knew Suzie too, maybe not nearly as well as Jack, but he knew her none the less.

"There was this glove, it fell through the rift a few months ago. It brought people back to life, not for very long but for two minutes at the most. We all tried it, I thought it would connect with me most you know because of the not dying thing, but it connected most with Suzie. I didn't know that she took it home with her, she studied it so much she figured that if she killed people, they would wake up to her for longer, by using a weapon from the same origin as the glove made it even stronger. I guess I trusted her too much to believe she could do something so wrong," Jack wasn't too sure at what part of his confession Ianto moved his arms around him, but all he could concentrate on was the warmth Ianto gave him.

"Trusting someone isn't wrong Jack, you can't put the blame on you all the time." Ianto's arms were tight around him, but loose enough if Jack wanted to let go – which he didn't.

"She was my responsibility," Jack sighed, he pressed his head on Ianto's shoulder and smiled when he felt gentle fingers run though his hair. "If I haven't gotten her involved with Torchwood, then she would still be alive."

"How do you know that?" Ianto asked, his fingers relaxing into his hair.

"I just do." Jack stated. "Are you sure you want to be part of this?"

"Don't you want me to?" Ianto asked quietly.

"I don't want you to get hurt," Jack said gently. Jack looked up to see Ianto staring across the bay. "I feel like I've brought you into this world, and all I'm doing is putting you into danger."

"Did Suzie know what danger she was in?" Ianto asked, his fingers still threading through his hair.

"She knew what we did here, the danger..."

"And she still said yes." Ianto finished.

"Yeah."

"And you let her on the team, why are you so bothered because it's me?"

"I care about you. I didn't care about Suzie because I didn't know her when I hired her. But you. I have this need to protect you."

"I'm an adult."

"You're not been alive for more than 48 hours." Jack laughed.

"But I'm going to stay like this, not ageing. I'm going to be fine."

"But what if you get hurt?" Jack asked, he didn't want to think about Ianto getting hurt ever.

"Jack, have you got like a pen knife on you or something?" Ianto asked. Jack looked at him completely confused. "Trust me." Shrugging, Jack reached into his pocket, and brought out his small pen knife. He watched as Ianto rolled up the sleeve of his shirt. He dragged the shiny blade across his skin and Jack's mouth opened in shock.

"Ianto what the hell did you that for?" Jack shouted in horror. Dark red, human blood spilt from his veins, creating small patterns of dried blood on his pale wrists. But then the cut had disappeared. The deep, red cut had gone. The only remains of it was the blood draping around his wrists but there was no source.

"I cut myself in the Archives earlier. Just a paper cut but I watched it happen. I was going to tell you but then everything happened..."

"You're amazing," Jack smiled.

"You've made me amazing, Jack." Ianto's voice was soft and quiet, and Jack couldn't believe it when his lips were pressed against his. Their first kisses were always of Jack starting them. But now Ianto was in control of it, his lips seeking entry. Jack wrapped his arms gingerly around his waist, the kiss deepening.

"Let's go back to the hub," Ianto smiled. Jack nodded silently, taking his hand and helped him off the edge.

"We don't have to do anything," Jack said softly.

"I want to. I want you to be my first everything, Jack."